25
Twenty hours. He guessed that was his remaining amount of time. And still there was no definite decision, though taking his own life no longer held the fascination that was needed to follow through. Walking the perimeter of his enclosure was an attempt to encourage the circulation of blood, and thus, keep his body warm. Coughs racked him occasionally, forcing him to pause and double over in an effort to catch his breath. He moved close enough to the field to feel its vibration, which had the hairs on his arms reaching away from his skin. Derek welcomed the sensation. Should he be imprisoned here even a year, he imagined the stone beneath his bare feet would be worn from his pacing.
Stopping in one corner, he watched the Tamplian guards, all six of them, march down the corridor to the
